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As the nestlings vanished—literally, one day they’re there, next they’re not, don’t know if they flew or fell—I went to clean the nest and wreath only to find we have a new clutch. It’s safe from storms and predators, they’re lucky I like birds.
May 8, 2025, 2:35 AM
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